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seneon · 10 months ago

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MELANCHOLY ──── vampire! touya × fem! reader.

about. you drown in a melancholic pool, waiting for his awaken. vampire! au, set in 1930s, a few decades after bewitched ( part one ) very quick angst to romantic fluff. there's some gore tw all around. wc of 1K.

notes. proofread by @angeliicheartt i heart you

in the thirtieth year of the ninety century, there were countless reports of the lives and blood of the citizens rapidly decreasing. in other words, they were all found dead—body malnourished, skin rotting, gaze locked up to the sky that had seen everything played out before their last breath.

there was one thing they all had in common. two small bites on their neck. or anywhere around their body in general, starting from the head and down to the very tippy toes.

just like that, their soul has been sucked out. it was the work of vampires, vicious bloodsucking creatures who walked the same ground as a human would. except, they only walk during the night.

sunlight burned their skin. the day and brightness made them cry out in pain. their eyes will start to disintegrate at the sight of the brightest of colours.

what would humanity ever do when they found out there was one single vampire that roamed around the streets like any average woman? dressed and disguised as a bookseller in the day, teeth growing out to be a vampire during the dead of night.

to the citizens, you are the young, vintage bookseller who sold the greatest books in all of town. a woman who never ever seems to age, as some rumours have risen over time from the gossiping mouth of the older widows who knew you for decades yet still seemingly younger than them.

even with all these blood consumed in the dead of night, none of them could fulfill the solitude you've been having to embrace lately. the emptiness consumes you whole, just like all the blood of the innocent you have sucked out for your source of living.

when dusk arrived, you slowly walked your way back home where the walls are higher than any ceilings and the windows are dimmer than any reflections.

as always, the first thing you will always do is open the coffin of your slumbering husband and kiss his forehead, or anywhere at all, as a greeting to tell him that you have arrived home.

you sat beside his coffin, eyes gazing at touya's lips which were laid out in one straight line along with his eyes which were sealed shut.

oh, how you've missed those turquoise eyes that brought so much joy to your loneliness. those eyes which only looked your way like you are the only that exists in this world. the eyes that told the moon millions of stories about you.

your fingers moved to gently rest on the cold skin of touya, not before your knuckles caressed and brushed his cheeks ever so lightly. a partial piece of his bone that has been turned into a ring coiled around your ring finger, the cold piece glimmering under the moonlit night.

you might not let it roll out the tip of your tongue, but your soul screams for touya to awaken.

it has been so long since he fell into a deep slumber. of course you knew of this deep slumber, it's something that touya does every few centuries for decades in order to replenish his power.

in this case, he slumbers because he has given you quite the amount of his blood and the unexplained ability to still walk around the day even if your canine teeth have grown longer and sharper.

and it was a personal punishment for him for turning an innocent human girl into something that he is. touya wanted to carve a hole in his chest to offer her his heart just so she could live for an eternity with him in this hell. how selfish.

in the background solemnly and softly played the record of antonio vivaldi's four seasons’ summer. it's a piece you've been indulging in lately, besides the other three seasons.

“ya know? the moon begs me to know when you will open your eyes again. she tells me that she wants to hear more of your stories,” you spoke softly, your fingers never ceasing their movements to gently caress. “i don't think she's very fond of me…”

“i miss you, touya,” you leaned closer to his face where your hair fell over his face and your nose almost touched his own. “please just... wake up. i’m so lonely.”

your forehead pressed against touya's, nose now touching his as your lips caved in to press them against touya's soft and cold ones.

those same lips that used to mold against yours so perfectly. those lips that used to lick and drink your blood like there was no other. those same old cold lips and dying lips that has you addicted with one press against your skin. you never forget the part where it speaks of honey-sweet words that always twists and turns your inside.

in melancholia, it was quickly driven away when you felt fingers weaving themselves into the back of your head, pushing your head further into the kiss as you felt touya's lips moving against yours.

you let out a little gasp as he deepened the kiss before moments later then you pulled away to stare at him with widened eyes.

there it is.

his turquoise eyes that somehow knew how to bring you joy no matter the occasion. the corner of touya's lips slowly cracked into a smile before he slowly sat up from his coffin, tilting his head to the side.

“morning.”

you wasted no second to throw yourself onto him, embracing his awakened body as you once again pressed your lips onto his. your lips have been waiting for this moment, craving for a longing kiss.

touya chuckled before one of his arms slithered around your waist to pull you closer, his free hands moving to cup your cheek. his kisses burned with passion, as if they've been longing for you just as much as you've longed for him.

a few moments later both of you pulled away and he rested his forehead on yours, his pretty turquoise eyes that you missed so damn much staring right into yours.

“i heard you calling out to me, darling. there's so much melancholy in your voice that it broke me on the inside. hurts so much that i couldn't wait for my power to fully restore before i woke up to be graced by your truly wonderful lips.”

like a child, you wailed at the awakening of your slumbering vampire husband for the next few hours into the night and in his arms while he holds you close and tight, telling you promises that he'd never do anything of that sort again.

your little bone that wrapped around touya's ring finger occasionally grazed your cheeks to wipe your salty tears away as he chuckled at your distress.

tonight isn't so melancholic and lonely anymore.

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year ago

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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌‘𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

summary: what kind of music the piercers/tattoo artists of my modern au would listen to

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

my modern au || genshin masterlist || the playlist

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

melancholic and wistful/dreamy

black over-ears

When he felt like nobody around him understood him, Xiao fell into the comforting embrace of music, listening to artists who sang about the sentiments he kept to himself. It has always helped him express himself with pencil and pen though, letting the graphite tip dance over the paper more smoothly and less hesitantly. To this day, Xiao uses music to block out the world when it all gets too much and familiar tunes help him calm down.

死ぬのがいいわ- fuji kaze, exile- taylor swift/ bon iver, young and beautiful- lana del rey, gales of song- belle, the moon will sing- the crane wives

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀

indie rock

grey over-ears

Scara has been heavily influenced by Venti whose music could always be heard throughout their shared flat. While it vexed him at first, soon he found himself nodding along to the melodies, something his roommate noticed and then offered to share a Spotify account until Scara decided to make his own. And, although he’d rather die than admit it, despite how much he loathes his upbringing, he can’t deny that some classic pieces sneaked in between his usual rotation.

shake it out- florence + the machine, allies or enemies- the crane wives, too close- sir chloe , bohemian rhapsody- queen, winter- vivaldi

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

indie, folklore

old school white wired earphones

Kazuha loves to let his spirit rest as he absorbs the feelings artists pour into their music. For him, it’s important that he can connect to the story that’s being told, either through the lyrics or the sentiment the music conveys. He opts for rather calm songs that invite you to relax even if there’s a deeper meaning to the lyrics. Music is a way for him to create his peace of mind when he can’t be out and surrounded by the sound of nature.

feather- sabrina carpenter, cardigan- taylor swift, saw you in a dream- the japanese house, to the mountains- lizzy mcalpine, let’s fall in love for the night- finneas

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

the definition of “listens to every genre” but has a soft spot for deep and tragic lyrics paired with a funky and upbeat sound

both over-ears and earbuds; also has a collection of old wired earphones tangled together (half of them are broken too)

Venti’s Spotify account is working overtime, that app is never closed. As a former band member, he knows how to play a variety of instruments and has tried a lot of styles himself, so he’s very open minded when it comes to new genres. He also absolutely kills it at karaoke nights, even if he’s already a few drinks in. Something might actually be wrong when he’s not nodding or singing along to the music playing in his head or tapping out the beat on whatever surface is closest. In general, handing Venti the aux is a fantastic idea because he can somehow always accurately gauge what music is the right mood for the given situation. He also judges films based on the soundtrack.

夜に駆ける- yoasobi, people watching- conan gray, kingdom dance- alan menken, u- belle/millennium parade, icarus- bastille

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

(80s) rock and metal or pop

rose-gold or white earbuds

For Aether, listening to music is the time he can let his (gorgeous) hair down. While he’s normally busy making sure everyone else is okay and is doing fine, he seldom takes the time to take care of himself. So when he can lean back and turn up the volume, it’s a very welcome breath of fresh air. The deep base and powerful voices help catalyse any feelings that might have built up over time, and, just maybe, the songs and lyrics are familiar from the time he was lost and confused about what his place in the world was. Yet, he can also appreciate the catchy tunes of popular pop songs that get stuck in his head.

killer queen- queen, master of puppets- metallica, one step closer- linkin park, valentine- måneskin, paradise- sophie and the giants/ purple disco machine

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

your local girl group stan

branded earbuds (ahem ahem airpods)

Heizou is a very energetic person and it shows in his music taste. Not only are his playlists full of upbeat kpop girl group bangers, he also knows just about all of the corresponding dances. More often than not, you can hear him humming and whistling along even when he doesn’t have his earbuds in. It’s also a great gateway to interacting with customers; you better believe Heizou is already halfway into a conversation when he catches a glimpse of a photocard.

fancy- twice, eta- newjeans, unforgiven- le sserrafim, queencard- (g)-idle, zimzalabim- red velvet

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schrodingersjigsaw · 8 months ago

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I think in light of recent events it’s important for everyone to move away from google and Microsoft ecosystems. I suspect the next 4 years are going to be rampant with big corps being allowed to do whatever the fuck they want, and as your local tech nerd I have some suggestions:

(Also, none of these feature AI tools as far as I’ve been able to tell!)

Search engine suggestions

The popular one I see is duckduckgo, but they’ve had a number of scandals at this point. The one I currently use is startpage, which is based in the Netherlands. The EU has much stricter data privacy laws than US based search engines. It operates off google but hides your data from google, so you get the benefit of google’s search engine without them knowing every single little thing about you.

Browser suggestions

The one I personally use is Vivaldi because aside from a once a day ping to count active users, they track no user data. It also has a built in ad and tracker blocker that works well in my opinion. It also hasn’t had any major scandals. (Please for the love of god don’t use operaGX)

Email suggestions

The one I currently use is Proton Mail. The proton ecosystem also features a VPN, Drive, Calendar, and other tools- it’s essentially a 1:1 replacement for most google/office 365 tools. To have a good amount of storage you do need to pay, but it’s not terribly expensive and most people can get by on the free tier. You can also have it reroute emails from your Gmail to proton, so you can benefit from their encryption without nuking your Gmail.

Other suggestions

Linus Tech Tips has a series on how to “un-google” your life. YouTube took down all videos except the first one (another example of big corps being fucking wild), but they can be found on blogs if you look up the series.

Stay safe yall 🩵

#tech #data privacy #google alternatives #Gmail alternatives

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metamorphesque · 9 months ago

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imo i don't think we live in a time without true artists, i think that the way a true artist is able to express themselves in a meaningful way has changed dramatically.

and that it quite often overlaps with entertainment.

we're no longer in a world where we as a race have the time or the means to luxuriate on art like the long-ago past, or even as recently as 100 years ago. our mozarts, our bacchiaccas, our platos, our bashos, our michaelangelos, our vivaldis, our sapphos - they are out there right now, but they aren't going to be recognized the way we're used to.

the vast majority of those the world reveres are true artists come from times when the global population was in the millions, not billions. a radical voice will easily stand out in a village of hundreds or thousands. a radical idea will catch on in a small community. once upon a time, these people were legitimate threats to those in power because it wasn't all too difficult to tip the scales of power.

even the artists of the more modern world, within the last century, are from a very distinct *before* time. before globalization, before the population skyrocketed at rates never recorded in human history, before digitization was integrated into every tiny aspect of our lives, before we discovered the means to destroy ourselves a hundred times over and then some, before the heavens and stars were a tangible destination, before american branded capitalism ruled the world, before everything was immediate and always on, before every second of every day belonged to everyone except you.

literacy and attention spans are in a nosedive, the world is on a perpetual edge of plunging into another global war, and we are at every hour of the day and night blasted with the worst news - and every day is more horrible than the next. we're living through catastrophes that, in ancient days, would have signaled the end of the world because a handful of horrible unfathomably wealthy individuals are killing the planet. we are not lacking true artists by any means, but we're lacking ways for their work to make waves in the kind of world we live in today, which is so extremely hostile to the artist but even more hostile to the people meant to perceive them. about one of the only surefire ways will be through some form of entertainment, as that's about the only thing that capture's humanity's attention and will be seen and heard and absorbed, will be archived and studied.

it's going to take a lot more scrutiny than before to find them, but they are out there right now. i promise you. they may not even be recognized til after their deaths, but their mark will be left and felt. i've seen it, i've heard it, i've felt it. they're among us, all over the world. never stop looking for them.

Before anything else, I want to thank you for engaging with my previous answer. I have to say I love conversations like this — they’re truly engaging and stimulating! I also want to express my admiration for the ways you phrased your thoughts; your "ask" was a real pleasure to read.

Now, to the point: while I agree with much of what you’ve said — particularly about the state of the world and the fact that true artists do still exist, even if they’re harder to find — there are two key points where our opinions diverge.

You mention that [we are not lacking true artists by any means, but we're lacking ways for their work to make waves in the kind of world we live in today, which is so extremely hostile to the artist but even more hostile to the people meant to perceive them. about one of the only surefire ways will be through some form of entertainment, as that's about the only thing that capture's humanity's attention and will be seen and heard and absorbed, will be archived and studied.]

Let's follow the logic that in order to be perceived by society nowadays, art must be, in one way or another, diluted or transformed to align with society’s decreasing attention span or capacity for introspection. Doesn't it sound like "a quiet drift away from True Art" or "a fade into the shadows of entertainment"? Let's add arbitrary numbers to make everything more tangible. If we allow art to be diluted by 25% to fit within the entertainment industry's framework, what will happen if in future audience engagement continues to decline? Will art need to simplify itself to 50% or 75%? At what point does it cease to be considered art altogether? If art continues to compromise to meet audience expectations and preferences, we risk erasing its ability to change and transform altogether. By conforming to lower expectations, we’re not just diluting art — we’re also diluting the potential for critical thinking, intellectual growth, emotional depth and personal introspection. The danger in following this path is that we make art indistinguishable from entertainment, stripping it of the very qualities that give it meaning. It will be a descent, through artistic mediocracy, to artlessness.

Another issue I have with the argument that art can only make waves through entertainment is that it shifts the responsibility away from the people who engage with the said art. Great art has never been a passive experience. It has always required effort from its audience — as it should. To say that art must be entertaining in order to capture attention or be archived is to suggest that people are incapable of rising to the challenge that true art presents. It’s a way of excusing people from engaging with complex or challenging ideas. But true art thrives on this complexity. It’s not meant to spoon-feed us palatable truths, not in a world like this. It’s meant to demand something from us — our attention, our introspection, our willingness to be uncomfortable. By framing art as something that needs to conform to entertainment, we are letting the public off the hook. Art should demand more from its audience, and the audience should demand more from themselves.

#asks #thank you!#this is exactly how I'd like to spend my Saturday 1AMs #art #entertainment #literature

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warningsine · 1 year ago

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All right, since I bombarded a poor mutual yesterday...

Privacy is not security and security is not privacy. These terms are not interchangeable, but they are intrinsically linked.

While we're at this, anonymity =/= security either. For example, Tor provides the former, but not necessarily the latter, hence using Https is always essential.

It is impossible to have privacy without security, but you can have security without privacy.

A case in point is administrators being able to view any data they want due to their full-access rights to a system. That being said, there are ethics and policies that usually prevent such behavior.

Some general tips:

Operating System: Switch to Linux. Ubuntu and Linux Mint are widely used for a reason. Fedora too. And don't worry! You can keep your current operating system, apps and data. If you're on a Mac computer, you can easily partition your hard drive or SSD by using Disk Utility. If you're on Windows, you can follow this guide.

You want to go a step further? Go with Whonix or Tails. They're Linux distributions as well, but they're both aiming for security, not beauty so the interface might not be ideal for everyone. Many political activists and journalists use them.

You want anonymity? Then you need to familiarize yourself with Tor. Also, Tor and HTTPS and Tor’s weaknesses. When you're using it, don't log in to sites like Google, Facebook, Twitter etc. and make sure to stay away from Java and Javascript, because those things make you traceable.

Alternatives for dealing with censorship? i2p and Freenet.

Is ^ too much? Welp. All right. Let's see. The first step is to degoogle.

Switch to a user-friendly browser like Firefox (or better yet LibreWolf), Brave or Vivaldi. There are plenty of hardened browsers, but they can be overwhelming for a beginner.

Get an ad blocker like Ublock Origin.

Search Engine? StartPage or Duckduckgo. SearXNG too. Like I said degoogle.

Get a PGP encrypted e-mail. Check Protonmail out.

There's also Tutamail that doesn't cover PGP, but uses hybrid encryption that avoids some of the cons of PGP.

Skiff mail is also a decent option.

Use an e-mail aliasing service such as SimpleLogin or AnonAddy.

Check OpenPGP out. Claws Mail is a good e-mail client for Windows and Linux, Thunderbird for Mac OS.

Gpg4win is free and easy to use for anyone that wants to encrypt/decrypt e-mails.

Instead of Whatsapp, Facebook messenger, Telegram etc. use Signal for your encrypted insant messaging, voice and video calls.

Get a metadata cleaner.

Get a firewall like Opensnitch, Portmaster or Netguard which can block Internet for trackers.

Alternatively, go with a private DNS that blocks these trackers. NextDNS is a good paid service. Rethink a good free option.

Replace as many of your applications as you can with FOSS (free and open source) ones. Alternativeto can help you.

Always have automatic updates on. They are annoying af, I know, but they are necessary.

Keep your distance from outdated software.

Always have two-factor authentication (2FA) enabled.

Do not use your administrator account for casual stuff. If you're on Linux, you probably know you can be sudo, but not root.

On Linux distributions use AppArmor, but stay away from random antivirus scanners. Other distributions default to SELinux, which is less suited to a beginner.

Never repeat your passwords. If you can't remember them all, use a password manager like KeePass.

Encrypt your drive.

Honestly, VPNs have their uses and ProtonVPN, Mullvad and Windscribe are decent, but eh. If you don't trust your ISP, why would you trust the VPN provider that claims they don't log you when you can't verify such a thing?

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ultrameganicolaokay · 5 months ago

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Ripperland #4 by Steve Orlando, John Harris Dunning, Alessandro Oliveri and Francesca Vivaldi. Cover by Oliveri. Out in May.

"The Ripper is revealed! But this revelation is just the tip of the iceberg. And now that Holden and Fogg know the truth, their lives are in danger. In this series finale, the unlikely partners find themselves in the midst of a spider's web from which there appears to be no escape…"

#ripperland #jesse holden #edwin fogg #dark horse comics #steve orlando #john harris dunning #alessandro oliveri #francesca vivaldi #comics

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redwolftrash · 2 years ago

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i swear to fucking god

i would rather kiss a 12 gauge shotgun than watch another unskippable bass boosted SHEIN ad with the worst music i've ever heard in my life.

how do i get rid of this dumb fucking pop-up? or is it because i'm using opera for these videos and they dickride google on the tip? bc i have my shit on with vivaldi and have no issues...was regretting the switch, but now opera can keep shoving youtube's fist up their fucking ass for all i care.

#youtube #ad block #ad blocker #ad blocking #adblock #adblockers #fuck google #youtube ads #digital privacy #online privacy

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sophswritingthings · 2 years ago

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(MASSIVE LAST EPISODE SPOILERS AHEAD BE WARNED!!!!)

Ok so, I feel like there’s so much opportunity for mizu x reader content since mizu goes to London with Fowler at the end of the series. Imagine mizu x !violinist! Reader. Mizu goes to an orchestra performance and reader has a lead part (I imagine either overture from phantom of the opera, winter by Antonio Vivaldi because I’m biased) but yeah do with that what you will!

OR, alternatively

Reader is a talented street performer, and their playing for tips and drawing up a big crowd, until the police come in and everyone scatters. But later mizu follows them and introduces herself to them! (I also imagine reader could be disguising herself as a boy in this one but either way works!)

pairing: mizu x fem!street performer!reader

warning(s): spoilers for the end of s1 guys so be warned! swearing, blood

a/n: IM DOING A PROJECT ON ELIZABETHAN ENGLAND (the time period the show will be set in!) SO WHEN I GOT THIS ASK I TELL YOU I HOPPED ON THIS SHIT SOOOO FAST

summary: after mizu arrives in england, she begins exploring when she has the time. she stumbles upon a street performance; seeing men and women of all types dancing. when the police arrive and everyone scatters; she decides to follow you, and introduce herself.

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mizu tapped her foot against the ground, glancing around. the streets of england were rather… serene, unlike the streets of japan. they were always bustling, lit up and full of people.

it was rather a nice change of pace; even if she was here to assassinante a man.

than a bustle of people fluttered by her; her eyes trained on one rather pretty woman. a woman wearing a bustling dress; draped with frills. it was unlike anything she’d ever seen; she’d gotten used to the flower painted kimono’s of japan.

you gazed back at her for a moment, giving her a smile. than you turned forward again, getting on with your performance. you seemed to be acting out some play.. a play about two lovers, it seemed. she had no clue about english culture, so she watched you with interest.

you looked to have the leading role of of someone named “juliet”. peculiar name, but she kept any and all thoughts about this show to herself. usually it was puppet shows back in japan; so seeing real people acting out the play was interesting.

galloping was coming closer. mizu whipped her head to the side, seeing three large, white horses galloping down the street. they were carrying english guns in their hands, and large hats atop of their heads.

and as they were coming closer, the performers began to scatter.

her eyes widened, being pushed and prodded through all the clatter. she watched as you scampered off into an alleyway.

her instinct was to follow you.

and she was taught to trust her instinct.

so, she steadily walked down the alleyway after you, seeing that you were bleeding through your cheek. maybe she could help you—she carried some herbs with her.

“w-who—“ you stammered through your accent—which, she found rather cute—gazing up at her. you didn’t seem to realize that she wasn’t from around here. “—are you?”

“.. mizu,” she introduced, offering her hand to help you from the ground.

you glanced at her again. you didn’t look like you wanted to trust her.

but you did, placing that delicate hand of yours in hers.

she tugged you to your feet. you seemed to be waiting for something, twitching your hand. she looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“.. kiss my hand?” you cocked your head. that seemed to be when you realize she wasn’t from here. “it’s custom, here in england. It’s how men greet a lady.”

right. right, she was a guy, to everyone else.

she lifted your hand, kissing your knuckles. she didn’t want you to think she disrespected you, or your culture. so she did as asked.

“and where are you from, hm?” you pull your hand back.

“.. japan,” she whispered the word as if it were a bad one.

“I see,” you nod your head. “yet your eyes—they are blue, such as ours.”

“my—father, he was a white man,” she explained.

you nod again, “understood.” you give her a small little smile.

“and why were they after you?” she cocks her head, it was something she didn’t quite understand. had you done something wrong that these officers were after you? It didn’t look like it, you were just performing.

“ah.. women, such as myself, are not allowed to perform—plus, it is not legal for us to perform unlicensed plays,” you explained yourself, rubbing the cut on your cheek. “If I hadn’t ran I’d be in a jail cell by now.”

“.. hm,” she hums, “in japan women can perform as they please.”

you hum as well, “I’ve read about japan before—you have a very interesting culture, there,” you smile. “are you perhaps a samurai?”

she nods her head, “I am,” she seems proud of the idea. to be a samurai.

“so… are you an assassin of some sort?” you giggle at your words.

yeah. she wasn’t telling you that.

“no, I just do my work and move on with it,” she replied.

“maybe.. we could get to know one another.. not in a dark alleyway?” you cock your head, “perhaps you could come back to the theatre with me, and we could talk more there?”

she nods, looking to be excited about the idea of getting to know such a beautiful woman better.

“I’d love to.”

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a/n: my project is on elizabethan theater I am such a nerd for this please for the love of god help me. also, for reference, reader does not have to disguise as a boy! yes, in the time it was illegal for women to act—but there is evidence that women acted in street performances in the role of women! hajsaispwkzushzk sorry sorry rambles rambles

#mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #request #fic reauest #spoliers

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i-am-a-chubby-girl · 7 months ago

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Y/N was on a walk in Hogsmeade when her hands simply got cold, but luckily her boyfriend Harry Potter knows what to do.

After years of reading chubby reader fanfics on my sister's account, I plucked up the courage and posted mine! So, this is my first fanfic, of many I hope, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes! That said, I hope you like it!

Title: Cold Hands Words: 2.590 I wrote this while listening to: Winter by Vivaldi, I don't know, it gives me the idea of cold!

HOGSMEADE WAS STILL THE SAME as always the streets full of lively people with dark brick buildings, slightly crooked tiles and wooden stairs and everything seemed to get even better with the winter snow covering everything creating a fluffy white frame for the village. You loved this place, you loved spending your time choosing clothes at Gladrags Wizardwear and buying feathers at the Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, you loved eating sweets at Honeydukes, looking at the window of the Zonko's Joke Shop or drinking a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, everything was like a breath of fresh air. Even though Hogwarts had always been your dream and you almost fainted when you saw the owl carrying your letter, it was still a school and it could become stressful and boring even with magic.

You smile, a slight but contented crook of your teeth, as you bury your nose in your red and yellow scarf, in fact it wasn't your scarf but your boyfriend's, that's why you were pressing the piece of clothing to your face, just to smell it. Harry's scent was still stuck in the fabric of the scarf so even though he wasn't around it was as if you were still with him. A sigh leaves your lips as you remember why your boyfriend wasn't there with you, once again Harry hadn't gotten permission to leave school and so here you were, alone in the cold streets of Hogsmeade.

Okay, the truth is that you didn't come alone, you came with Hermione and Ron and you stayed together for a long time before the Gryffindor girl decided to stay longer at the Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop looking for parchments for who knows what while Weasley had... had... okay, you don't know where the redhead is, but knowing him well he was probably stuffing himself with sweets at Honeydukes or Zonkos with his brothers.

As you walked distractedly, a rush of cold air passed over your body and you shivered. You wanted to know who started spreading the idea that chubby people tended to be warmer than others because he was totally lying, sometimes you were as cold as an ice cube. You blew on your hands trying uselessly to warm them up, the tips of your fingers were already numb at this point, your hands were the parts of your body that felt the coldest... after your feet, obviously.

Giving up on warming your hands, you crossed your arms and pouted your lips a little irritated. The truth was that as much as you liked Hogsmeade, you didn't want to come this time. What you wanted was to stay curled up in your covers in your bed, reading some of your books or chatting with the other girls in your house. But then your boyfriend had the brilliant idea of taking you to Hogsmeade, claiming that you needed to distract yourself after everything that happened. So you had to get permission in two hours, and in the end you ended up alone in the village when all you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend. What upset you the most was that Harry was the one who needed to distract himself the most with everything that happened.This year has been very difficult for him.

No one but you believed him when he said that Voldemort was back, all the Hufflepuffs calling him a murderer, accusing him of killing Cedric and almost killing Sirius Black. Your skin crawls at that, there was no way you could have known, but even so you are sure that if you hadn't thrown yourself between him and Bellatrix and disarmed the Death Eater the man would be dead right now.

Of course this wasn't the best decision you made, your boyfriend fought with you a lot explaining how dangerous it was and now this crazy and insane woman is after you, but even so you don't regret your choice, and as if that wasn't enough there were still those damn tests that everyone in the fifth year had to take, not even Hermione had done so well on them.

Another cold wind hit your body and you were sure you were turning into a popsicle, maybe the best thing to do was to look for a warm place with walls and a roof to shelter you and your cold hands and stay there until it was time to meet up with your friends and go back to Hogwarts and your boyfriend. Maybe you were going to the Three Broomsticks to have a warm Butterbeer, scratch that, you're going to have that Butterbeer, just imagining the taste of the drink has you drooling.

Finally with a destination in mind, you turned on your heel and turned around, your hands needed to hold that warm drink and you needed a lot of Butterbeer to forget how much you missed your boyfriend, but of course today was not your lucky day because as soon as you turned around you came face to face with Draco Malfoy in his stupid winter clothes. The Slytherin never liked you, he spent your first three years at Hogwarts chasing you with hexes and talking badly about your appearance, your weight and your half-blood lineage, but it was all for the best. It seemed to get worse when you started dating Harry Potter last year, Malfoy just changed.

He would always show up wherever you were and follow you around the halls complimenting you, he would talk about your hair, your grades and hit on you, there was one time he tried to steal a kiss from you and almost succeeded, if Hermione hadn't realized the Slytherin's intention and punched him in the nose, he probably would have managed to kiss you. It's annoying the way Draco seems to gravitate towards you singing compliments and flirting with you, this always makes your boyfriend jealous, which always ends in a good make out session. The real problem isn't that Draco was being an idiot to you, but that he was being an idiot because he knew you were dating Harry and everyone knows that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have had a pointless feud since forever and, apparently, you were the only girl to reject him more than once.

You took a deep breath, ready to pretend you didn't notice Malfoy there and went on your way, but luck really wasn't with you today because the Slytherin noticed you. — Y/N! — The boy shouted as he lit up just seeing you. He approached you with long, fast strides and a toothy smile that you couldn't stand, usually that gesture preceded a lot of bad things. — Malfoy. — You answered him dryly, your face contorting into a grimace, you were willing to make this interaction as short as possible and as unpleasant for him as it was for you.

— Come on Y/N, you don't have to be so dry! — The Slytherin said, leaning into your personal space. He looked around as if he was looking for something and then looked at you with an expression of feigned surprise. — Where's Potter? I thought he was your shadow. — The blond asked, looking confused. — Seriously? I could have sworn it was you who screamed how sad it must be to have no living parents or relatives other than a wanted criminal to sign permission slips when Professor McGonagall stopped him earlier. — You say, crossing your arms and glaring at him angrily, every second in his presence was a second closer to you committing a crime.

— I don’t remember that! — The boy says, stepping back while shrugging. — So, I noticed you were here alone and since I am too, I wanted to ask if you wouldn’t like to have a butterbeer with me? — He asked with a wide, feline smile. — I’d rather kiss a Troll’s ass! — You spat as you walked past him, your patience finally running out.

— You can stop pretending, Y/N! — Malfoy almost shouts as he grabs your wrist, stopping you from continuing. — First, let me go. — You ordered through gritted teeth. — And second, who here is pretending? — The Slytherin smiles, still holding your arm. — You, who else would it be? — He says, pulling you closer. — I know you're only with Potter to get my attention. You can stop now because you have my full attention! — He finishes saying by reaching out and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. What a self-centered boy, you thought irritably before slapping the hand that was still on your ear and pulling your wrist out of his grip. — Are you crazy? What rotten potions have you been drinking?

— Oh, come on! Don't tell me you actually like Potter! — The blond says, looking disgusted when he says your boyfriend's last name. — Of course I like him. — You said it simply. — And who else should I like? You? — You ask and cut off the boy who seems to be getting conceited, ready to answer you with another one of his narcissistic and arrogant answers. — Malfoy, you were the boy who chased me for three years, calling me a “well stopper”, “pig” and “disgusting whore”, you made boils grow on my hands, wrote “mudblood” on my forehead in permanent ink, tore up my books and uniform and blew up almost all my potions in class, not even under the sight of Avada Kedavra would I like you!

— That’s water under the bridge, how long are you going to keep repeating that? — The Slytherin answers looking disgusted. — I don’t know, how long are you going to continue being an arrogant and idiotic piece of shit? — You replied in the same tone. The boy frowned in anger, he raised a finger ready to tell you many things that you didn’t give a damn about, but you were saved from that when a snowball hit your head, you just blinked and confused watching the scene.

— But what? — The blond said in a mixture of anger and confusion, but he didn't get any response, just another snowball that hit him on the shoulder. He looks around scared as other balls appear out of nowhere hitting him several times. — Oh no, not this again! — The boy said looking paler than usual, you just watched him being hit by several snowballs in a scene quite familiar to you. — This isn't over yet u, Y/N, I… — He was interrupted by a snowball hitting him right in the middle of the face, the Slytherin screamed in hatred and frustration as he backed away with his tail between his legs, afraid of being hit again.

When the balls stopped flying in front of you and you found yourself alone once again, or rather, almost alone, you looked around and whispered. — Harry? — The answer came at the same moment. — Yes, dear? — Your boyfriend replied, appearing out of nowhere in front of you, in fact all you saw of him was just his head floating in the air, probably the fault of the invisibility cloak. — You know you'll have to stop scaring him with snowballs one day, right? Soon they'll think Hogsmeade is cursed.

— When it stops being funny I'll think about it! — Harry said smiling as he took the cloak off his body and tucked it in a strange way inside his coat, he probably learned this trick from Hermione. You stand on your tiptoes and fix your boyfriend's unruly hair a little, after all, those strands would never be tamed, courtesy of Potter's rebelliousness. — If you planned on wearing the cloak, why didn't you do it from the beginning? — You ask.

— I don't want Professor McGonagall to suspect! — The Gryffindor says, shrugging as his hands adjust the scarf around your neck, he loved it when you wore his clothes. — Sure, as if! — You say, rolling your eyes. — She probably already knows, but she won't risk losing a valuable member of her house's Quidditch team. — You laugh. — It's not that bad! — The dark-haired says, approaching you. — Yes, she totally changes when it comes to Quidditch! — You retort as you stretch out and leave a peck on the boy's lips, who smiles happily at that.

— So, what did Malfoy want? — Harry asks, staying by your side as the two of you start walking through the village. — The usual. — You answer, shrugging. — Flirting and trying to make me break up with you. — Your eyes scan your surroundings, in the Gladrags Wizardwear window you see a beautiful wool coat, it looks warm and pretty, maybe you'll buy it next time. — This again? — The Gryffindor says, looking irritated. — When is he going to get it through his big head that you don't want anything to do with him? — He ends up leaning towards you, jealousy dripping in his words.

— I ask myself that every day. — You sigh, dealing with Malfoy was stressful and revolting and it seemed to only get worse as the days went by. Another cold breeze blew through your body and you shivered and shrank into your boyfriend's scarf. — What's wrong? — Harry asks, noticing your discomfort. — My hands are freezing! — You say sullenly, rubbing your hands together uselessly, the boy seemed to think for a few seconds before smiling. — I have an idea! — He says excitedly as he takes off one of his gloves.

— Give me your left hand! — The dark-haired boy asks, looking like a happy puppy, you can almost see a tail wagging behind him, you look at him skeptically, what could a single glove do to warm both of your hands? — Hurry up! — He says, starting to get impatient. — Okay, you bossy guy! — You retort, finally accepting his request and extending your hand to him, the Gryffindor takes your hand carefully and puts his glove on it. — There you go! — He says happily, cute, you think when you see how he seemed to shine with that.

— And what are you going to do with the other hand, genius? — You asked, as much as your boyfriend could be cute, but if there is something worse than feeling cold in your hands, it was feeling cold in one hand. — Your other hand doesn't need a glove! — Harry says as if you were obvious, you prepare to answer this with your usual sarcasm and irony when your boyfriend takes your gloveless hand and intertwines your fingers. — Because it already has my hand! — He says, smiling widely.

At that moment your face explodes, you're sure your cheeks are flushed now, no matter that you've been dating for two years, you still get embarrassed with public displays of affection. — So, where were you going? — The dark-haired asks, walking and swinging your joined hands slowly. — Before Malfoy interrupted me, I was going to get a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. — You answer, still staring at your joined hands. — That sounds like a great idea! How about a treacle tart afterwards? — Harry asks, excited to have the two things he loves most in the world together, you and treacle tart.

— That sounds perfect! — You smile as you move even closer to your boyfriend. You were both still in fifth year and had no idea what the next two years would hold for you. He almost lost his godfather and you thought you had lost him the year before, you knew that the next year would not be calm at all, not with Voldemort after Harry and Draco Malfoy on your tail and Bellatrix keeping an eye on you, but none of that mattered as long as the two of you were together.

#chubby reader #harry potter #harry potter x chubby reader #cold hands #I am a chubby girl so what?

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operagxreal · 1 year ago

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WE ARE SPIDERMAN: INTO THE MULTIVERSE

How many Opera GX accounts are they?

@operagxreal

@opera-gx-official

@true-opera-gx (it says blog not found? I know you exist)

And any other ones,

Are you part of a multiverse of what?

#hi thank you for the tip ur name has been crunched now #a wild ddg appeared!#<- THATS WHAT VIVALDI MEANT I THOUGHT THEY MISPELLED DOG

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ladyvialana · 1 year ago

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Fic: Turning Seasons

Dead Boy Detectives fic. Edwin & Charles. Gen

Summary: During the early days, it was the quiet moments together that allowed the boys to learn each other.

Notes: pre-canon, slice of life, developing relationship/friendship

Also on Ao3

It was a quiet evening at the agency. Outside, it rained. Rivulets of water ran down the window behind Edwin’s desk in ever changing paths. (Technically, the desk was both of theirs, but really, it was Edwin’s.)

The boys were seated comfortably, settling in for an easy night. As much as they enjoyed their work, cases were not an everyday occurrence, and they quickly learned to love the downtime between them. Games, chit-chat, music. Anything they could fill the time and space with they did. Learning about each other and their new vocation as time passed.

Tonight was Edwin’s choice – for music and activity. The boys had been paid for a previous case with a working (formerly cursed) gramophone and a box of 12-inch LPs. They’d been making their way through the various albums when they had a moment to spare. Edwin was pleased to find something he actually recognised among the brightly coloured covers. The first movement of Vivaldi’s Summer concerto played softly in the background as both Edwin and Charles focused on their work – Edwin curled up on the settee, surrounded by books, and Charles sprawled out on the floor of the cupboard sorting through their slowly growing arsenal to see what might be useful to store in their recently acquired inter-dimensional backpack.

While Charles frowned at various jars without proper labels, Edwin mumbled a spell under his breath. He flicked his right hand – the left holding a worn spell-book steady against his lap – and a white flash erupted from the open palm.

Charles yelped, tipping over a – thankfully, sealed – bottle of green something as he raised his hands to shield his eyes from the light so bright it washed all colour from their office.

Edwin, wincing himself from the sudden luminescence, quickly closed his hand with a deliberate flourish and shook his fist as though to extinguish the light trapped within. As quickly as the light arrived, it vanished, leaving both boys blinking at the instant return to evening dark.

“All good there, mate?” Charles called out, shuffling over to sit in the threshold of the cupboard. He was rubbing at his eyes, reacclimatising himself.

Edwin squeezed his eyes shut, face wrinkling with the force of the gesture, before opening them and blinking rapidly. “Ah, yes. Apologies. The description was rather lacking in specificity for that spell. It’s unfortunately not as useful as I had hoped it might be.”

“Not unless you’re looking to temporarily blind someone.”

Edwin hummed thoughtfully. Not actually a bad idea, that. He wrote something down in his ever-present notebook then tucked it away in his jacket pocket folded neatly next to him.

Ghosts didn’t feel warm or cold, not the way humans did, but the atmosphere of the evening was cosy. Inspired by Charles - who had long since divested himself of his layers of coats and jackets until he was only garbed in his polo shirt - Edwin had made himself comfortable by removing his bow tie and jacket. He hadn’t yet gone so far as to remove his vest or roll up his sleeves, but it was a sign of Charles’ influence that he did take some enjoyment in shedding his own layers.

Thoroughly distracted from their tasks now, both boys took a moment to look at each other and enjoy the silent company.

Charles, of course, was the one to break the momentary quiet.

“What’s so great about magic anyway?” He gestured to the piles of books on and around the couch.

Edwin glanced down at the book in his lap and closed it. He debated answering, but Charles was so open with his inquiry. Edwin thought he knew him well enough by now to know that Charles would not push if Edwin didn’t want to reply. But that very acceptance was what had him opening his mouth to give an honest answer.

“The boys who …” He cleared his throat, unable to look at Charles as he spoke, despite the trust he was offering. “Well, they had no idea what they were playing with when I died. I will not allow myself to fall victim to that same hubris.”

Charles nodded. Then snorted. “Mate, sounds a bit like hubris of your own, that.”

Edwin looked up from his lap to stare pointedly at Charles and his cheeky grin.

Charles was still smirking as he raised his hands defensively. “All I’m saying is, you don’t have to do it all on your own. ’Cause you’re not alone anymore now, yeah?”

Neither boy wanted to give in, but it was Edwin who broke their staring contest with a rueful sigh. “I did warn you I was not good with people. I fear in death that attribute of mine has only decayed further.”

“And I told you I was aces at it. Balance, yeah? I trust you to know what you’re doing, so trust me to have your back. Lighten the load.” He grabbed the seemingly empty backpack from the floor and waved it in Edwin’s direction. “Literally, even!”

It was a poor attempt at a joke, but it did lift the mood enough that Edwin managed a small laugh.

He was still smiling when he said, “I do, you know. Trust you.” He cleared his throat. Turned from Charles’ warm brown eyes to the bag he held to avoid the emotional atmosphere and changed the subject. “But that is not just a simple bag of tricks. If you intend to carry it, you will need to learn how to use it properly. We can’t always rely on luck and charm.”

“You mean you can’t always rely on luck and charm.” He said this with a cheeky grin and a wink. Edwin rolled his eyes, fondly. Charles knew him well enough now to know it was fond. He settled into a soft smile and an earnest stare. “I’ll put in the work,” he promised.

Edwin’s gaze was just as soft as he said, “Yes. You always do.”

The third movement of Summer ended and the gramophone played empty air. Edwin got up and turned the vinyl over. Charles straightened up the jars he disturbed when he startled earlier. They boys settled back into their study as Autumn began to play, the easy atmosphere enhanced by the warm glow of the old lamps in the corners and the quiet patter of rain on the window.

#fanfic #dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #vialana's fic

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